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General's House.

Song Fei recovered under the careful treatment of the imperial physician, and was able to get out of bed and walk around, but he was using a cane.

His hamstrings are all damaged, and that crutch will be used for the rest of his life.

Seinfeld knew it very well, but he didn't reveal anything.Ever since he was able to get out of bed, he went out to bask in the sun every time he leaned on that crutch, surrounded by a large group of servants from the general's mansion who carefully waited on him.

Since leaving the palace and moving to the General's Mansion, Song Fei has never been able to see Zhao Jun again.

Moreover, he couldn't even meet his junior brother.

Surrounded by servants, Song Fei seemingly inadvertently asked Master Zhao's whereabouts and Master Su Yu's whereabouts... A few smarter servants replied that Master Zhao is busy with work and can't easily get away. As for Master Su... Don't worry, Mr. Su was injured, Mr. Zhao specially sent someone to escort Mr. Su to the hot spring of the Taoist temple to recuperate his injuries. I'm afraid he won't be able to come back for a long time...

The words spoken by those servants were all taught by Director Liu in advance.

Sein Fei leaned on his crutches and stood under the warm winter sun without saying a word. Looking at the hoarfrost on the ground, he stood halfway in a daze before turning back to his room.

The hall master of the Song Dynasty is not expressing his emotions or anger.The servants looked at each other, not sure if their words could deceive the other party, seeing the hall master entering the room, they quickly followed and waited carefully.

Hall Master Song wanted to go out of the mansion to relax, but a group of slaves stopped him desperately, and Wu Ya knelt down.

Sein Fei looked at the servant who was kneeling on the ground, it was nothing, and continued to walk slowly in the garden on crutches to bask in the sun.

Until the day when it was snowing heavily, Hall Master Song didn't go out and asked the servants to bring wine and vegetables to drink slowly by himself.There were so many delicacies and wines served in the kitchen that Seinfei couldn't finish them all by himself, most of them were rewarded to the servants, and he left a servant to chat in the room.Bajiu's house slaves, who were specially pulled out to serve Hall Master Song, were very happy to drink and eat meat. No one noticed that Ming Jia Ding walked out of the hall master's room and went straight to the outside of the mansion.

The man dressed as a servant walked slowly in the heavy snow, his walking posture was slightly weird.

Sein Fei easily got out of the General's Mansion with ingots of silver and a fabricated excuse.

Still dressed as a servant, he took out the crutch from his arms, leaned on it, and walked with difficulty in the snow.During the stop of the car, the driver scolded "the lame slave!" He raised his whip and swung it at the top of the opponent's head.Seinfeld grabbed the handle of the whip, turned the coachman in a semicircle in the air, and fell heavily into the snowdrift.

The driver's bones seemed to be falling apart, and he was too frightened to curse.

Sein Fei himself drove the car with a whip and drove away.

A few hours later, the carriage rushed to the place where the Fenghuo Hall was originally located, and did not see a brother, only a living old servant.

The old servant burned incense every day in the newly built mourning hall, and never thought that he would suddenly see the living hall master who had returned... and wept bitterly.

Sein Fei walked slowly into the mourning hall on crutches, without saying a word, he walked past one tablet after another, each tablet had a name on it, and each name was once a living brother of Fenghuo Hall...

Amidst the old servant's bitter cry——

After Song Fei walked the big circle, he couldn't hold on any longer.The crutches were dropped, and the whole person fell down heavily...

Sein Fei didn't faint, but he couldn't support himself and fell down. He struggled to get up halfway, grabbed the old servant and asked what was going on?While the other party was crying, Seinfeld finally understood what was going on after watching the big stick of incense burn most of it.

The old servant finally howled and said: "All the brothers will be killed by that murderous King Yan, and our Fenghuo Hall will not!"

Sein Fei stared at the tablet in the middle, which said "Su Yu".He actually laughed at the moment, but the smile was very strange, and he said with a smile: "Sure enough, I am so stupid, I set up a memorial tablet for the living before I figured it out... I saw with my own eyes, the younger brother was locked in a dungeon at the time, and it was impossible to participate in it." A coup d'état. An old fool actually set up a memorial tablet for a living person!"

The old servant raised his head and looked at the unconcealable horror on the hall master's face. He burst into tears immediately, and cried out, "The right protector...the right protector's new grave is just outside the city!"

The new tombs outside the city are extraordinarily magnificent.

The wind is cold.Song Fei leaned on his crutches and stood in front of the tall white marble tablet, reaching out his hand to caress the white and jade-like body of the tablet, but there was no word on it.

Song Fei murmured: "Junior brother...how can it be the same...just leave without saying anything?"

In the wilderness, the horizon is endless.The earth is big, and only I am alone.

Sein Fei threw down his crutches, knelt on the ground with one leg, slammed his head heavily on the unwritten tombstone, and cried bitterly.

The huge Fenghuo hall, no;

Even his only junior brother left in the world... unexpectedly didn't have any!

Sein Fei dragged his broken leg and fell crying in front of the new grave. His hands were dug into the frozen ground, and his hands without nails were already dripping with blood in a blink of an eye.

I don't know how long I cried, but the blood flowing from my ten fingers seeped into the soil, dyeing the small piece of land in front of the stele reddish brown.Sein Fei finally stopped crying, and clearly heard the sound of wheels, a large cart was approaching.

Sein Fei didn't turn his head, and clearly heard the sound of chaotic footsteps behind him.

Zhao Jun, who was visibly thinner, stepped forward surrounded by a large group of guards.

Several guards were about to go forward to drive away the downcast people in front of the stele, but Zhao Jun stopped them.

Zhao Jun said in a hoarse voice, "It's his senior brother, so he should be here."

The guards all took a few big steps back.

Zhao Jun walked to the stele step by step, he seemed to be unable to stand steadily, and fell to his knees.He stretched out his hand to caress the body of the stele without any words, but did not shed a tear.

It's just that the eyes are bloodshot and look bloody red.

Zhao Jun touched the tombstone from the top to the bottom with his big hand.Everyone could see clearly that the hand was trembling in the cold wind.

Zhao Jun stroked the body of the stele and said, "There is no word on the stele, and Zhao Jun will engrave it..."

Seinfeld turned around: "What else do you want to engrave? Do you still want to call him Beloved Wife or...or Beloved on the tombstone? So that people will laugh at him!"

All the guards behind him shouted and cursed.

Zhao Jun hoarsely said: "Shut up!"

Those slaves really shut up.

Sein Fei didn't want to stop at all: "Take him into the mansion as a pet, and let him suffer all kinds of humiliation and suffering! That junior brother who didn't live up to expectations still fell in love with him and followed him recklessly! As a result... so what? If not Zhao Jun, why is Junior Brother lying under an inexplicable tombstone today!"

Zhao Jun knelt under the wordless tombstone and said nothing.

Seinfeld was extremely injured and without thinking, he raised his crutches and hit him hard.

Not wanting the other party to dodge or dodge, the crutch hit the other party's forehead.Blood flowed from Zhao Jun's forehead immediately.

The rosewood walking stick was also broken in two.

Amid the exclamation of the crowd, all the guards rushed forward to arrest the murderer.

Zhao Jun said angrily, "Get out!"

All the guards were stunned together, and they couldn't help but backed away under the general's majesty.

Zhao Jun, who was covered in blood, took out a dagger and stuffed it into the opponent's hand, and said to him with red eyes, "It's killing my brother, it's killing Xiaoyu! Kill him, avenge him!"

In the cold wind, Zhao Jun tore open the front of his brocade robe, revealing his well-developed and strong chest.

Zhao Jun looked down at his own chest, stretched out his hands in the cold wind, raised his head, faced Sein Fei, and said, "Slashing the knife inside, the hot blood spurted...to pay homage to him under the tombstone..."

Song Fei clenched the dagger tightly and met Zhao Jun's eyes.

Under the blood on his head, those tiger eyes are also blood red.

It's just that those blood-red eyes looked at the dagger in his hand, and there seemed to be a glimmer of hope.

Sein Fei threw the knife on the ground and cursed: "Crazy, reckless!"

Turn around and leave.Without crutches, he could only limping away with a broken leg.

Zhao Jun was still kneeling under the stele, looking at that figure's back, and shouted: "Why don't you kill and avenge Xiaoyu!"

Sein Fei didn't look back, and said in the cold wind: "What's the use of killing a crazy reckless man!"

When he arrived, he dragged a broken leg and didn't pay attention to his feet, almost tripping over a stone.

The guards didn't move a muscle.Zhao Jun said angrily: "Hurry up and serve Hall Master Song!"

Everyone rushed over, but couldn't stop them.Hall Master Song snatched the long sword and beat everyone to pieces.

Zhao Jun stood up, ran over to stop the other party from coming out: "Master Song, don't leave. He is Xiaoyu's only relative in the world, and naturally he is also Zhao Jun's brother..."

Song Fei squinted at him: "Are you going back to the General's Mansion? I'm afraid it won't be long. With your Master Zhao's reputation, Song Fei will sooner or later become the new favorite of the General's Mansion in the eyes of others!"

Zhao Jun's black face turned a little pale.

Sein Fei sneered, and said nothing more, walked around Mr. Zhao, threw away the long sword he had snatched from his hand, dragged a broken leg, and limped away.

In the cold wind, Zhao Jun finally turned his head, only to see that lonely figure had gone away.

Zhao Jun stood there in a daze for a while, and finally returned to the new grave.

Caressing the tombstone as white as jade, there is no word on it, and the tentacles are smooth and delicate, just like his skin...

Zhao Jun murmured: "What should be engraved on the tombstone? Brother Song is right, you can't call your beloved wife on this tombstone... those worldly people will laugh at them..."

After stroking the cold tombstone for a long time, he finally picked up the short knife on the ground, and carved a few big characters like dragon and phoenix dance.

"The love of my life - the tomb of Mr. Su Shiyu.

Zhao Jun, the reckless man of Daheng, stood up. "

Zhao Jun looked at the few flamboyant inscriptions, and said with a smile: "Vulgar people are rude, they only laugh at Zhao Jun."

Although the big characters are formed in one breath, they are all engraved extremely deep.Just without any color, relatively plain.

Zhao Jun bit his finger, and blood dripped into the dent on the tombstone.

The font is very large, and the blood on the little fingers never seems to be enough.It took two or three fingers to bite off before the big characters were painted all over the head.

It was dusk, and the big blood-red characters looked very strange.

The guards behind looked furious, but they didn't dare to speak out to dissuade them, they knelt down and just kowtowed.

Zhao Jun said coldly: "Whoever dares to talk too much today, Zhao Jun will never spare him lightly!"

Deathly silence.

Zhao Jun felt that the blood from his fingers was flowing too slowly, so he simply bit his wrist, and used a large amount of blood gurgling to color the inscription.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that the nineteen characters were all covered with blood.

The waning moon is empty.Under the bleak moonlight, on the tombstone as white as jade, nineteen big blood-red characters stretched their teeth and claws, and there was endless weirdness in the night.

Zhao Jun caressed the big characters, and said in a low voice: "At least some blood will accompany you, and you won't be so cold and lonely when you are alone in the ground..."

Zhao Jun finally stood up and walked unsteadily.Due to excessive blood loss, his face turned pale.

Several guards hurried forward and put a large tiger-striped cloak on the lord.

Zhao Jun was walking forward slowly wearing a cloak in the cold night, when suddenly he swayed and fell forward.

Zhao Jun, who had fainted, was immediately sent back to the General's Mansion, and someone split up to report to Princess Jinning urgently.

Princess Jinning didn't bother to reprimand the servants, so she urgently ordered the imperial physician to be called in, and rushed to the general's mansion overnight with the palace attendants.

The best imperial physician examined carefully, Mr. Zhao fainted because of excessive sadness and excessive blood loss... Fortunately, Mr. Zhao has a strong body and bones, so there is no serious problem.Good health and recuperation, sooner or later heal.

Princess Jinning asked carefully how long is "sooner or later"?The Imperial Physician is submissive, and only "depends on Mr. Zhao's own wishes..."

Princess Jinning is a smart person, so she didn't ask any more questions.

The imperial physician prescribed the medicine carefully and resigned.

In the general's bedroom, which was as warm as spring, only Princess Jinning and a few confidantes were left.

Princess Jinning, dressed in a phoenix crown and a dingdong ring, walked slowly to the couch, stretched out her hand with a gauze handkerchief and gently wiped off the drops of sweat from the tip of the general's nose.

Princess Jinning looked at the weather-beaten and masculine face under the candle, and said in a bitter voice, "That Su Hanqing's son can actually make you lose your soul?"

Did not go any further, turned and left.With all the palace guards, riding Fengyu, he returned to the palace without saying a word.

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